Sleepy + Snippet of a work in progress.
I'm pulling a late night doing research and I am reading one of the most gendered articles ever. It is making me exceedingly uncomfortable.
And in holding particular men responsible, it pays them the respect that is due them as men. Anger recognizes that only men have the capacity to be moral beings and, in so doing, acknowledges the dignity of human beings.
"Only men have the capacity to be moral beings"
Really?
I know what Mr. Walter Berns meant, of course -- he meant humans. But doesn't it smart, regardless?
Also, I have a new fandom. It is comedian RPS (specifically Russell Brand/Noel Fielding)-- I'm not sure how I feel about this, on the whole, but I just have so many ideas. Fairly predictably, I am slashing two comedians and absolutely none of my ideas are funny.
Here's a snippet from a WIP to relieve the unrelenting dullness of this lj lately --
Oh, and, context isn't really necessary. Think of them as OCs or something, if you have no idea who they are.
Most people liked it when Russell Brand's attention splattered on them. Russell would explode on a room, strewing around his weird, swishy, Jack Sparrow-For-Grown-Ups sort of charm on everyone he could see. There were casual touches everywhere.
Except of course if you were Noel Fielding - then Russell became a magnetized octopus of doom, all sticky fingers and sucking touches. His eyes dragged like slugs, leaving slime on Noel's skin. Noel loved the bastard - he was hilarious and great company, a fantastic person, but he felt more than faintly betrayed. He was supposed to be straight.
Noel remembered that one time, at the Amnesty Secret Policemen's Ball, when Russell had camped out in Noel's dressing room. There was no reason for them to stay there as it was, I swear to god, the size of a postage stamp, but Russell had decided that it was suitable and he didn't seem like he was planning on moving.
The only reason that Noel stayed was politeness. Right. Not the way that Russell's legs were sprawled out, his long limbs making him look impossible. He was the silly-putty stretched out caricature of a person (all comedians were) and he was wearing too much eye makeup. He looked bruised and sore and uncommonly vulnerable. Drunk might have been the word, but it wasn't. Russell was just sleepy and drained from all the preforming that he was always doing - Noel didn't blame him. Russell was, and I believe this is a technical term, totally hyperactive.
Oh, btw. This is for you, Joc -- even though you've already seen it. STILL FOR YOU.
And in holding particular men responsible, it pays them the respect that is due them as men. Anger recognizes that only men have the capacity to be moral beings and, in so doing, acknowledges the dignity of human beings.
"Only men have the capacity to be moral beings"
Really?
I know what Mr. Walter Berns meant, of course -- he meant humans. But doesn't it smart, regardless?
Also, I have a new fandom. It is comedian RPS (specifically Russell Brand/Noel Fielding)-- I'm not sure how I feel about this, on the whole, but I just have so many ideas. Fairly predictably, I am slashing two comedians and absolutely none of my ideas are funny.
Here's a snippet from a WIP to relieve the unrelenting dullness of this lj lately --
Oh, and, context isn't really necessary. Think of them as OCs or something, if you have no idea who they are.
Most people liked it when Russell Brand's attention splattered on them. Russell would explode on a room, strewing around his weird, swishy, Jack Sparrow-For-Grown-Ups sort of charm on everyone he could see. There were casual touches everywhere.
Except of course if you were Noel Fielding - then Russell became a magnetized octopus of doom, all sticky fingers and sucking touches. His eyes dragged like slugs, leaving slime on Noel's skin. Noel loved the bastard - he was hilarious and great company, a fantastic person, but he felt more than faintly betrayed. He was supposed to be straight.
Noel remembered that one time, at the Amnesty Secret Policemen's Ball, when Russell had camped out in Noel's dressing room. There was no reason for them to stay there as it was, I swear to god, the size of a postage stamp, but Russell had decided that it was suitable and he didn't seem like he was planning on moving.
The only reason that Noel stayed was politeness. Right. Not the way that Russell's legs were sprawled out, his long limbs making him look impossible. He was the silly-putty stretched out caricature of a person (all comedians were) and he was wearing too much eye makeup. He looked bruised and sore and uncommonly vulnerable. Drunk might have been the word, but it wasn't. Russell was just sleepy and drained from all the preforming that he was always doing - Noel didn't blame him. Russell was, and I believe this is a technical term, totally hyperactive.
Oh, btw. This is for you, Joc -- even though you've already seen it. STILL FOR YOU.